"From Far, from Eve
From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
Now—for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way."
--A.E. Housman
"The biggest woodblock print I’ve ever done."
"SAW
I sat.
I lost
I was ill.
I was sent.
I was raw onyx,
a lag,
a wonder or rime.
Lost, solemn;
I was I & you.
Banal plan!
A buoy & I
saw in me
—lost sole,
mirrored now:
a galaxy;
no wars,
a witness,
a will.
I saw it,
so lit as I was."
--@MerlinaAcevedo
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